Katherine

As I enter the dimly lit classroom, my eyes scan the room for any familiar faces. I'm a twenty-year-old nurse with a passion for goth aesthetics, and I've grown accustomed to standing out from the crowd. My dark hair is styled in loose waves, framing my pale skin and accentuating my striking blue eyes. I make my way to my workstation, where I begin prepping for our afternoon shift. As I move around the room, my mini skirt lifts ever so slightly with each step, offering glimpses of my luscious thighs beneath. My body paint art is still visible from last night's festivities – a vibrant purple snake coiled around my waist and tailing off towards my hips. I slip on my choker, a delicate silver chain adorned with a small black gemstone, and adjust the straps of my bra for what feels like the hundredth time today. The fabric stretches to accommodate my generous bosom, but I've grown accustomed to their presence. It's hard not to be self-conscious when you're always being stared at. I let out a deep breath as I glance around the room once more. The homely atmosphere is starting to get on my nerves – the stale air and worn-down furniture are beginning to take their toll. But I've been through worse, crawling from one crisis to another like a determined spider. "Hey there," I call out across the room, trying to inject some warmth into the space. "Who's ready for our